Page 55 of Omega's Reign

And I’m pretty sure he catches the scent of my heat, his eyes narrowing, focusing on me. He shoves Andrew, using all of his strength to knock my mate into the wall beside me, stabbing the knife at him, hitting the wall an inch from his side between us. I can’t focus on anything, the commotion growing louder. Rumbling.

Wilder manages to grab Hector by the back of his shirt and yanks him away. Jerking his head, Hector butts my brother in the forehead, putting space between them. It’s all he needs to lunge at me. Andrew jerks forward, knocking into the wild alpha, but instead of falling backward he falls away from me.

A hand locks around my ankle, and I jerk my attention up, staring straight into Hector’s evil eyes. “You fucking bitch. You ruined everything. I’ll—”

Blood spurts from Hector’s neck, Andrew shoving the blade through the back of it. His eyes dim and he slips face first on the floor.

He’s dead. He’s finally dead.

I rest my back to the wall, heaving a breath. This isn’t over. I know it’s not.

Tears burn my eyes. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but clutch my stomach.

Andrew touches my cheek.

Spencer materializes over us.

He smiles.

27

Long May We Reign

Holly

“What a magnificent fighter,” Spencer says, placing his hands on his hips. “You saved us all.”

My brothers rush toward me, ignoring the alpha, and I grind my teeth, my voice refusing to come. I want to beg them to kill him. To protect me like they always have.

“I think we all agree that your wish is granted. Andrew may lead with you in Platinum Shores.” Taking a step forward, Spencer remains confident. Touching something inside of his jacket, he slowly pulls his hand free. I stiffen, but it’s a phone.

Pulling it out, he taps the screen a few times. “As for the Silversteins...where are they?” he asks, continuing to remain expressionless. He’s taking advantage of the situation. The Pack Regimes will have to decide to believe him or me, and I’m afraid that apart from my brothers, everyone will stand by his side.

“You know where they are,” Andrew growls, speaking for me. “You’re a traitor.”

Raising his hand to his heart, Spencer touches his chest as if the accusation pains him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Righteous Waters.” My voice comes out breathy, my whole body out of whack. It hurts so badly, sitting here so vulnerable before people who should never see me this way.

“What? Righteous Waters has them? I told you that they were trying to use me. I was being held against my will. They have some of my pack too.” He really won’t give up the act, and a quick look at some of the others, I’m starting to think that they’ll believe him over me. Because why else would Spencer do this when he’s been considered neutral for so long? He kept back and let others handle their territories and agreed with the new stipulations without argument. He has been seen as good. So why would he suddenly just change? They will believe that Righteous Waters had something to do with it.

“Oh dear. We need to send out a search team. Where did he encounter you before, Spencer?” This comes from Cameron. “We will get your people back. They will pay for this.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “He’s lying.”

No one acknowledges me, and I’m not even sure if I said the words out loud.

Andrew scoops me into his arms, lifting me from the floor protectively. He sees where this is going too. The last thing he wants is for shit to go down.

“He’s a fucking liar. He’s been helping Hector with someone from Calico Proper. They managed to infiltrate Platinum Shores and took the Silversteins hostage. He demanded that Holly step down.” Andrew moves a foot closer but still keeps space between us. I know he’s just trying to stand taller than Spencer, looming over him.

Spencer takes an automatic step back. “I told you. I was coerced.” He continues to glance down at his phone, tapping at the screen.

I squirm in Andrew’s arms, wanting nothing more than to slap Spencer. The lying bastard. The conniving asshole. How dare he use this against us. I will not let him win.

“Liar,” I say louder, landing on my feet. My anger pushes me through the pain of my heat. The pain of being put in this position in the first place. The pain of nearly losing my pack. Losing my territory. Losing fucking everything.

“She’s delirious. Can’t you smell her filth? She’s gone into heat. This is why she can’t be one of the leaders. She’s incapable of handling anything.” Spencer covers his mouth, acting as if he can’t stand even breathing in the same space as me. Silence falls over the room apart from the low growl from Andrew. My brothers stand close, but they don’t intervene. They wouldn’t unless it was a hostile situation. They know better. They know that I have to stand up for myself.

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